Page 29 of Harbored By My Mate
“You didn’t answer my question,” I say, crossing my arms as I lean against the counter next to him.
“I said nothing,” Knox says, glancing at me over his shoulder.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
“I’m not lying.”
“You’re hiding something.”
He pauses for a second, then turns to face me fully, his eyes locking onto mine in a way that makes my stomach flip.
God, I love him.Even when he’s being annoying.
“Sit,” he says gently, nodding toward the chair.
I don’t move.
“Daisy.”
“Knox.”
Our daughter giggles.“Mommy’s in trouble.”
I point at her.“You’re on my side.”
She immediately switches.“I’m on Mommy’s side.”
Knox huffs out a laugh, but his shoulders are tense as he steps closer.
Then he does that thing that melts me every single time.He reaches for me, sliding his hands around my waist and pulling me into him like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“Sit, little one,” he murmurs against my hair, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.
I sigh, already losing the battle.“Fine,” I grumble, letting him guide me to the chair.
He makes me a plate of toast and sets it in front of me before crouching down beside me.His hand comes to rest on my thigh, warm, steady, possessive.
“Eat,” he says softly.
I take a bite, watching him the entire time.Waiting.He watches me back just as closely, like he’s… studying me.Tracking something.
Then it clicks.
My stomach twists, and I freeze mid-bite.
“Knox,” I whisper.
His grip on my thigh tightens.
“You know something,” I accuse him.
He doesn’t answer, doesn’t deny it, and my heart pounds.
“No way,” I breathe, my free hand drifting down to my stomach.“No way.”
His eyes follow the movement, and heat flares in them.“You’re pregnant.”
My breath leaves me in a rush.“What?”
